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life.”
    “Twenty-seven,” she corrected him,
meeting his gaze. Then she bowed her head and played with a button on her
sweater. “Trent was perfectly charming until I found out what a sleaze he
really was.”
    “How’d you meet?” And why do I have
the sudden urge to plow my fists through him?
    Her eyes darted up to his, but she
hesitated before saying, “He was my last boss.”
    “So, you make a habit out of dating your
boss?”
    “No!” Her eyes narrowed. “That’s
prohibited in the Army, and it was the first civilian job I had after leaving.
I’d never dated my boss before.” Her words were spoken fast and sharply.
    He held up a palm to placate her. “Didn’t
mean to press on a sore spot.”
    Shaking her head, she said in a softer
tone, “I guess the part that hurts more than I’d like to admit is that I was
such a bad judge of character. I really was fooled by him.”
    Her tone made it sound like more than her
pride was bruised, perhaps her heart as well. “How’d you find out he was a sleaze ?”
he asked, using her word.
    She grimaced. “I heard from the company
gossip vine that he made a habit of bedding new female employees.”
    “Sounds like sexual harassment.” His
anger rose at the idea of a man in authority mistreating women, and he didn’t
miss the irony. People who didn’t understand BDSM often accused Doms of abusing
their subs, but what they didn’t understand was that in a consensual D/s
relationship the sub held the power to end the scene at any time.
    “It’d only qualify as sexual harassment
if he threatened to use his position against the women who didn’t accept his
advances, but he was too smart to do that. I told you he was a charmer.”
    “A snake seems more apropos.”
    She nodded. “Yeah, but he taught me an
important lesson.”
    “Which is?” He thought about the lesson
he’d like to teach the man who used women solely for his own pleasure.
    “Military groupies don’t only come in the
female variety,” she said dryly.
    His brows rose. “Trent was a groupie?”
    “Not quite, but the result was the same…a
notch in his bedpost labeled Army helicopter pilot.” Her lips turned down in
disgust.
    “You think he pursued you because of your
military experience?”
    “I think he pursued me because I’m
female…”
    When she didn’t finish her thought, he
asked, “Is he the reason you left your last job?”
    She nodded again. “Yeah.”
    He studied her for a moment, noting she
was holding back part of the story, but he decided it was time to change the
subject. She’d been extremely forthcoming so far, but he didn’t want to tread
all over her privacy. “So, how did you and I meet?”
    “You were being held captive in the
wicked witch’s tower, and I rescued you with my helicopter, of course.” Her
infectious laughter drew a chuckle from him.
    “I don’t think we’ll be able to use that
story… How about mutual friends introduced us at a benefit concert?” he
offered.
    She leaned closer to him, and he got a
fresh whiff of her spicy scent. “Who was playing?”
    He resisted his growing attraction and
reminded himself this was strictly business. “Depends. Are we doing classical
or rock?”
    “Classical rock,” she answered.
    “That’s easy. It was—”
    “Queen,” they said simultaneously.
    He grinned at her, and her smile shone
brightly back at him.
    “Okay, we have the same taste in music.
That’s good to know,” she said. “What else do you think we need to know about
each other?”
    A list of possibilities ran through his
head. None that he would broach with her at this stage of their relationship,
but he was having a hard time keeping a question about her favorite sexual
position off the tip of his tongue, along with his need to know if she liked to
be topped.
    “Favorite TV show?” he forced out a safe
topic.
    “Um,” she bit her lower lip, “it would
have to be a tie between Star Trek Voyager and Battlestar